Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 134 Saint Gilles! I really love your teeth so much!
One of our comrades has gone astray.

This is not a common saying.

In the Astartes Legion, casualties are common, and even those so badly wounded that only their torsos remain can be crammed into the Dreadnoughts.

However, the casualty reports never mention the term "lost".

“Lost.” Luo Jia smiled calmly. “Sister, your offspring may very well need our guidance and advice.”

"Your legion's offspring are so obsessed with the power and glory you have displayed that many seem to have forgotten that this is also a gift from the Emperor."

"But this power ultimately comes from him, from the gift of the great emperor."

These words also carried a hint of accusation.

After all, everyone has witnessed the Blood Angels' fanaticism for Saint Gilles.

In Luo Jia's view, this excessive veneration of the Legion Primarch, even surpassing the veneration of the Emperor himself, could very likely cause the Legion to split from the Empire.

For example, they might completely abandon the emperor at some point.

They then supported Saint Jereth as the new emperor and established the Second Human Empire.

(His judgment was entirely correct.)
"Perhaps your offspring need the help of us, the Word Bearers, sister."

"Let me explain to them the greatness of the Emperor, and let them return to the will of the great Emperor."

"thanks for caring."

When asked by Luo Jia, Saint Gilles replied with an awkward yet polite smile.

"Perhaps in some more comfortable time in the future, I will lead the Holy Blood Angel Legion to ask you about faith and loyalty to the Emperor."

"As for now, I may need to leave temporarily to handle some internal affairs of the legion."

"Excuse me, everyone."

With that, Saint Gilles quickly retreated, not lingering there.

"Sister, but I—"

Just as Luo Jia was about to give chase, Saint Gilles pushed off with his body and flew towards the direction of the Holy Blood Angel Legion, relying on the pure white wings behind him.

Saint Gilles can fly.

She flew away quickly.

"Wait! Sir, wait for me!"

Even Radolon didn't have time to get on the bus.

"In there."

Radoron's urgent words came from the Land Rover speedboat he was piloting.

Thanks to the kind-hearted Casca who temporarily lent him an airship, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to keep up with Sanguis's full-speed flight.

After the engine noise gradually subsided, he jogged down from the assault boat and said to a temporary blockade set up by legion members, "We isolated him after assessing the situation."

"name?"

"Aloteros".

Radoron replied, “A hardworking comrade-in-arms, even if his achievements are not remarkable. From the 111th Company, under Commander Targas.”

"How much does Company Commander Targas know?"

"The Alotros brothers died gloriously, atomized in the explosion of the Xenomorphs, a noble end."

Following behind them was Azcaron, a golden-haired angel of holy blood.

His expression was as solemn and pained as the two people in front of him.

Perhaps the Blood Angels are a bit eccentric in other ways, but at this crucial moment, the two legion commanders, Radolon and Azcaron, still retained the rationality they had when they were still the Ghoul Legion.

"Excuse my bluntness, Mother."

"Summoning you from the battlefield to the presence of other Primarchs carries a high risk of exposure."

"This should be handled by us. Handle it quietly."

"No, Azcalon."

Saint Gilles rejected his offer.

“My child, no blood angel will die quietly.”

The stench of blood, as strong as the smell of money, permeated the air even more intensely.

This is a temple built by the Nephilim.

No, a more accurate description would be the religious buildings that the Philistines forced the human inhabitants to believe in and compelled them to build.

Before this place was completely reduced to ruins by the guardians of the Word Bearers, the angel had one last thing to do.

"We're here, this is it."

Finally, they stopped in front of the ruins of a temple that was about to collapse, pointing to the center of the circular hall, where a figure was kneeling and looking down at the ground.

There were many dead people sharing the room with him.

Like the audience surrounding the central stage on a circular theater platform, they encircled the edge of the hall, forming a small fence around him.

Fragments of neurotechnology from the torn Nephilim corpses, along with human armor and limbs, and weapons and machinery shattered into tiny pieces—all these things piled up together, filling the ruins.

The Holy Blood Angel Alotross stood right in the center of the corpse, mechanically scooping up handfuls of what appeared to be a mixture of blood and black liquid, and bringing them to his lips.

He was still sipping his drink, unhurriedly.

"Aloteros".

He was awakened by the call from Saint Gilles, from the greatest mother of the Holy Blood Angels.

He seemed to sense a sense of unease, a guilt that his mother would feel ashamed if she saw him doing this, which made him choose to splatter the blood in his hand aside and look around.

He wanted to hide all of this from Saint Gilles.

Only then were people able to see his appearance.

His blood-soaked lips looked particularly terrifying, and his long, sharp fangs, which should not have appeared in a human mouth, stretched outwards to an extreme degree.

His eyes were dyed a scarlet color, with all the whites of his eyes disappearing, and he looked at his original body with the unease of a wild beast.

Saint Gilles saw in it a kind of thirst, a thirst for blood in addition to a thirst for her.

Aloteros became a monster.

Just like when they were mutants who underwent modifications to transform themselves from monsters in the eyes of others into humans.

This change completely returned them to their true nature, transforming them back into their original state as monsters.

He uttered incoherent sentences, like a schizophrenic, roaring and threatening the angel while simultaneously trying to get close to it.

The Blood Angel's armor was severely damaged; muscle fiber bundles were torn, and the terracotta was cracked. It appeared that the breastplate had been completely ripped open at the sternum, leaving a gruesome, exposed wound beneath.

There was even a broken hole in his right chest, left by Nefertari's shrieking weapon.

Such severe injuries would render even a seasoned Space Marine, let alone an ordinary human, unable to stand again.

But he can.

Not only that, the blood angel stood up in confusion, like a child who had made a mistake, wanting to flee the place.

"Aloteros!"

Of course, he couldn't escape.

"Break free from this curse."

Saint Gilles's voice was filled with sorrow: "This is not your destiny, my child, it is my fault."

"Wake up, and come back to us!"

She called out urgently, even though past experience told her that doing so would have no effect, but she was still willing to try again.

again and again.

Until all the Blood Angels can be freed from this curse, so that they will no longer be lost.

But she can't.

Perhaps Saint Gilles' call could temporarily deter him from drinking blood.

But that most fervent desire from the depths of his genes overwhelmed all his reason.

The Blood Angel, known as Alotros, let out a roar that seemed to come from hell, and then charged toward the direction where the Blood Angel was blocking him.

His sharp teeth and claws tore wildly at her golden armor, but he could never taste the flesh and blood he craved most.

Saint Gilles watched all this with a sorrowful expression, feeling the pain of his own powerlessness.

Her clear, bright eyes were tightly closed, and she clenched her teeth.

There was still no way to completely expel this deep-seated malice from the legion.

"Damn it! What are you doing to Mother?!"

Unable to tolerate the blasphemous act of this foolish ghoul, Radolon darted forward and pinned the struggling Holy Blood Angel to the ground.

"Blood"

This seemed to be exactly what he wanted—he saw the blood meandering down the ground from in front of the pile of corpses.

As if he had discovered some source of life, Aloteros frantically sucked at the blood on the ground like an addict who had been suppressing his addiction for countless years.

Seeing this, Radolon helplessly closed his eyes.

It's hard to accept seeing my former comrades-in-arms turned into this.

Now, it is time to grant this hopeless man a glorious death.

"Indeed."

Saint Gilles's lips seemed to be suppressing the anger in her heart.

"But before that, I need to find this damn thief!"

With that, she raised her spear high and charged at an incredible speed toward a seemingly insignificant pillar beside the temple.

"Casgar—!"

broken.

This was the only thought in Casca's mind at that moment.

Using the stealth capabilities of his power armor and the aura of the warp flames to conceal himself, he successfully infiltrated the place without being detected by the Blood Angels.

But it seems this disguise couldn't fool Saint Gilles, who also possessed spiritual power.

Just as he was about to dodge after quickly deactivating his stealth, the opponent's Bi Gong Spear was already embedded in the stone pillar in front of him.

He planted himself on the right side of the stone hall wall, blocking his last escape route.

Just as Casca was inwardly alarmed and preparing to dodge in another direction, the fair and slender wrist of the Holy Blood Angel, filled with almost infinite power, grabbed his neck.

Casca, send it!
Perhaps he could barely hold out for a move or two against someone like Luo Jia.

However, if someone of Sanguinius's combat prowess, capable of tearing apart a Primarch, were to fight Kasgar in a fit of rage...
Haha, then he's doomed.

"Well"

The powerful grip from Saint Gilles made him unable to utter a single word.

"What happened? How did he sneak in?"

"Can't you tell? It's your Rand assault boat!"

Azcalon roared angrily at the careless Radoron.

This is it, everything is ruined.

The secret of the Holy Blood Angels Legion can no longer be kept.

"You're stalking me."

She brought her face close to Casca and spoke slowly and deliberately.

That breathtaking beauty was right before Casca's eyes.

But he didn't have the time to appreciate it.

This was completely different from the kind and gentle Saint Gilles we usually knew.

It was an extremely cold tone and gaze, just as her grip on Saint Gilles' hand tightened and continued to increase.

"You shouldn't be here."

"Cough cough."

Finally, she loosened her grip on Casca slightly for a moment.

Now we can finally catch our breath for a moment.

"As far as I know, Casca is not a daring thief."

Having temporarily calmed his initial extreme anger, Saint Gilles continued to stare coldly at him.

If it were anyone else, Saint Gilles might have genuinely considered silencing them.

But Casca's identity is just too special.

As the husband of the Primarch of the Third Legion, if he were to encounter trouble at the Blood Angels' territory, Fugrim would absolutely not let it go.

After weighing the options, Saint Gilles ultimately decided to let him go for the time being.

That just means you had a pretty good first impression of me.

"What's going on?"

"Why has this Holy Blood Angel become like this?"

Casca asked the question knowing the answer already.

He looked at the blood-thirsty Holy Blood Angel with some fear.

The other party looked extremely terrifying, like a legendary vampire.

Surprisingly, the thirst for blood was not completely eradicated even after Saint Gilles' gender transformation.

Perhaps loving angels can indeed suppress thirst to some extent, but it is ultimately a temporary solution.

"This is an internal matter for our legion, and it's none of your business."

"Don't you need it?"

A smile appeared on Casca's lips.

"I'm here to help."

At that moment, golden-red flames erupted once again from Casca's arm.

"Wait! Mother, we can't trust this guy who sneaked in!"

Azcalon shouted.

"He will leak all the secrets of our legion! Then, then—"

What will happen then?

Casca looked puzzled and asked.

“Casga, you may not know what a genetic defect means for a legion.”

Saint Gilles had heard of the legend that the psionic flames in Casca's hands could cure all diseases.

But she didn't believe that such mysterious witchcraft could cure the bloodthirst, an innate genetic defect rooted in the legion.

Even Sanguires himself couldn't fix this flaw, let alone a mere Space Marine like Kasgar.

"If the Emperor finds out about all this, he might very well wipe out our entire legion—"

Casca had no idea what this meant.

Once the Emperor learns of their Holy Blood Angels—

"Oh, you mean this? He already knew that."

As he spoke, Casca pulled a small envelope from his person.

“Here, this is the letter he gave you. It says he wants me to help you cure the genetic defect in the legion.”

"Varied--"

Previously, it was on the flagship of the Imperial Dream.

[The damage Luo Jia did to the empire by remaining loyal was greater than if he had defected to a traitor.]

The Emperor's words plunged Casgar into a long silence. A startling reality.

Although it sounds alarming, upon closer inspection, it does seem to be true.

Three Abyss-class and two Glory Queen-class battleships, along with 200,000 Astartes in a sneak attack, would be enough for Horus to wipe out Guilliman with his eyes closed, leaving only a stretcher team.

In the end, if it weren't for the Chaos Realm sealing off the entire Terra, Guilliman wouldn't have had to wait in line for nine hours at a time.
Perhaps the Second Empire really will be established.

Seeing that Casca seemed to agree with his statement, the Emperor sighed and said no more.

"Since keeping Luo Jia around would only harm the Great Expedition, why not find a suitable opportunity to eliminate him?"

"Casca asked."

Isn't this just pure evil?

It would be better to get rid of him immediately, or if that doesn't work, lock him up in the Terra Palace's dark dungeon!
After being asked this question by Casca, the Emperor paused for a moment before slowly speaking.

"No, I can't do it."

“I am, after all, their father, if possible.”

He couldn't do it.

It wasn't because of fear of betrayal from other Primarchs, or because a seat had been reserved for them by a Warp God.

His choice to let Luo Jia go was simply because...
Kind-hearted and soft-hearted.

Kasgar considered that the Emperor didn't eliminate Loka because he was afraid that other Primarchs would find out about it, thus inciting those who already had doubts about the fate of Primarchs Two and Eleven to rebel.

But he never imagined that the legendary ruthless emperor would have such a side.

"But in the end, I just use them, no, you all, as tools for unification."

"Luojia is able to live only because his strength is enough to qualify him to accept my expectations and forgiveness."

"You must be mistaken."

Perhaps realizing his words were a bit too sentimental, the Emperor turned to Casca and tried to smooth things over.

Okay, still being stubborn.

"And the angel? I have another question: why haven't you told the angel that thirst can actually be cured through methods like the Primal Forging technology?"

Thirst is no big deal!
But the angels were so anxious about this that they almost fell into Chaos's trap.

If you say that other Primarchs may be beyond saving, or that some are easier to fight as enemies than as allies.

But what about the angels?

This is the embodiment of humanity and wisdom, the imperial successor chosen by the emperor in front of the golden toilet.

You already know that she might be exploited by Chaos in the future due to her blood-thirsty genetic defect, so why didn't you say anything about this little thing?
Casgar was still very eager to hear what the Emperor had to say about this.

Emperor: "."

He was silent for a moment.

"Saint-Gilles. Is that how she viewed Bloodthirst?"

The emperor didn't offer any explanation.

He had no idea!
Casgar fell silent.

There's a saying that goes, "Like father, like son."

It's the same whether you turn it upside down!
When Luo Jia and Magnus are abstracted to that extent, it is not difficult to discover the profound from the subtle details.

As the original gene, Old Man Huang wasn't much better off!
“I’m sorry, I may not seem to care about angels as much as I care about other Primarchs.”

The Emperor said, “Because no matter in any time or space, no matter how much Chaos covets this holy person, they will never succeed.”

Angels are the ones that chaos can never obtain.

She is humanity's hope, a symbol of humanity's direction for the future.

In any case, angels will not become minions or slaves of chaos.

She is a normal person.

This is a very rare quality here.

Especially when you're surrounded every day by a group of people who are frantically shouting "God!"

Of course, this doesn't mean that angels will be pure and innocent in all futures.

She will still do some rather outrageous things that will make it inconvenient for humans to talk about in the future.

For example?
For example, establishing a second empire.

"But similarly, in any case, she could never live past the moment of end and death."

Just as Kasgar was rejoicing at the prospect of the angels receiving golden water, the Emperor's next words were like a bucket of cold water, chilling him to the bone once more.

In all the observations of the future's fate, the angels could not survive.

Perhaps chaos cannot obtain everything that humanity has.

But humanity's hope and future will be utterly extinguished by them in that inevitable end and death.

"This is an unchangeable future."

The emperor, who had long been prepared for the worst, sighed and turned back to look at the golden throne that shone with dazzling golden light, saying nothing more.

"Maybe."

"But I will still choose to stick to it to the end."

Casca remained stubborn.

He absolutely refused to believe that Saint Gilles was destined for destruction.

He was able to save her.

"That would be perfect."

The Emperor was not annoyed by Casca's stubbornness.

On the contrary, a hint of happiness appeared on their faces.

There was still a sliver of comfort.

“It’s not good to keep the angels living in fear. Write me a letter and let me help heal them.”

".no problem."

"He knew all along? The Emperor knew about the Bloodthirst all along?"

Saint Gilles held the letter in his hand, looking at the letter and signature written in golden ink on the finest parchment, and exclaimed in astonishment and doubt.

Ah this
She had been extremely nervous before, afraid that anyone would discover the secret of the Ninth Legion, and even wished she could establish an inner ring specifically for this matter.
Isn't this a bit too clownish?

"Alright, now that I have the Emperor's approval, shouldn't I be allowed to make my move?"

As he spoke, Casgar stood before Saint Gilles, whose face was filled with astonishment and uncertainty, and the two commanders of the Holy Blood Angels, who also looked incredulous.

"It might hurt a little later. Please press it down for me a bit."

As he spoke, the golden-red flames in Casca's hand began to burn from his right arm.

And finally, it completely engulfed the frantically struggling Holy Blood Angel.

"what!!!"

The thirsty warrior let out a painful howl.

His eyes were wide open, and even though he was pinned to the ground by the two burly men, Azcaron and Radoron, his claws continued to claw forward.

But soon, his struggles gradually subsided.

In the flames, the sharp, claw-shaped nails on his hands began to revert to human form, and the fangs on his face melted back into his mouth.

His originally scarlet eyes reverted to their amber color from when he was human.

Even his eyes have become much clearer.

Moreover, the wounds that were originally fatal on his body gradually healed and returned to normal under the raging fire. Only the scratches and holes left on his armor still told the story of the fierce battles he had suffered.

"What...what kind of witchcraft is this?"

“Radoron, this isn’t witchcraft. This is a miracle that can heal us.”

Such a powerful effect, comparable to being brought back from the dead, amazed not only the two commanders of Saint Gillespie.

Even Saint Gilles, who initially couldn't believe that thirst could be cured, stepped forward and quietly watched as the Holy Blood Angel transformed back into a human from a vampire.

"Phew, welcome back, Holy Blood Angel."

With the final modification completed, Casca, somewhat exhausted, staggered back a few steps.

Although it doesn't look as shocking as when the flesh and blood mutated.

However, humans who have been transformed in this way, almost to the point of becoming vampires, are far more difficult to adjust than those like Magnus, who are filled with flesh and blood mutations.

"I'm back? Mother? Commander, what just happened to me?"

Aloteros slowly stood up from the ground, unable to believe what he had just experienced.

He seemed to have transformed into a bloodthirsty monster, fighting in endless thirst and yearning to satisfy his craving for blood.

But this desire has never been fulfilled.

Then he desperately craved, desperately wanted blood.
He had no idea what happened after that.

When he finally came to his senses, he had already drunk a lot.

"It's not your fault, child."

The angel knelt down and pulled him up from the filthy ground.

"Forget the suffering you have just endured. In the future, we Holy Blood Angels will never again suffer such a tragic fate."

As she spoke, a glistening tear welled up in Saint Gilles' eye.

The angel wept with joy.

Kaska successfully quenched her thirst and also resolved the long-standing knot in her heart.

at last
Finally, she no longer has to kill her beloved offspring with her own hands because of this!
Saint Gilles turned around excitedly and looked at Casca.

"Mr. Casgar."

Please allow me to apologize for the misunderstanding that occurred before.

"Phew, you're one to talk. You really didn't hold back at all back then."

Feeling the lingering memory of being choked, Casca looked at the angel with a hint of reproach in his eyes.

"Perhaps if you try a more normal way to come in next time, I'll consider it."

"You've practically turned me into a grip strength tester, and you're still only saying you'll consider it?" Casca said with a laugh.

"If you have that kind of desire, it's not impossible."

The angel's words were full of laughter.

Upon learning that the thirst for blood was not an issue that the Emperor could not tolerate, and that it could be completely resolved by Kasgar, she immediately felt much more at ease.

Even the distance between her and Casca has narrowed considerably.

"Mother, what's wrong with us?"

However, it seems that not everyone is happy to see the two of them getting closer.

Take, for example, these three Holy Blood Angels who are currently inside the blockade line.

Ladoron, Azcalon, and Aloteros objected!

They only care about the laughter of the new bride, and don't care about the tears of the old.

Saint Gilles should belong only to the Holy Blood Angels Legion!

How could you take our mother away!

But this dissatisfaction seemed so pale in the face of Casgar's absolute ability to cure thirst.

"The Blood Angels of Kasgar have many more Legion warriors who need your help. I beg you, heal those warriors' thirst for blood!"

"I'm willing to pay any price, as long as you're willing to help me."

Saint Gilles lowered his head and, without giving the other party a chance to refuse, knelt on one knee in front of Casca.

"!!!"

Now, Kasgar could feel that the three Holy Blood Angels were gritting their teeth even more intensely.

If it weren't for Saint Gilles standing there, Casgar worried that these people might suddenly attack and injure someone.

I'm going to take your mother away.jpg
That's what he intended to do.

But he was afraid that if he acted any more recklessly, the three Holy Blood Angels behind him would definitely go crazy instantly.

Although the thirst for blood is gone, the Black Rage will immediately follow.

“Alright, while I’m in Melchior, I’ll try to help burn all your gene seeds.”

"Casca said helplessly."

"You've granted my request?"

Saint Gilles had a light in his eyes. (It really did.)
"Please follow me."

With a snap, Saint Gilles grabbed Casca's right hand and led him out of the Alien Temple.

Only the remaining three Holy Blood Angels were left.

I sat there, half-sitting, unable to believe what I was seeing.

How could this be?
How could a mother prefer a stranger?
He's clearly not even a Holy Blood Angel.
Today, our hands are shaking.
Today, we are heartbroken.
The Holy Blood Angels gave everything, yet they could not win the angels' heart.
Why is this happening?!

"Aloteros!"

Radoron suddenly stood up, his expression contorted.

"all because of you!"

"If you could maintain your sanity and avoid bloodlust, how could Casga possibly discover our legion's little secret?!"

"Blame me?"

Alotross retorted just as defiantly: "Even His Majesty the Emperor knows of Bloodthirst's existence, so how can you blame me?"

"My mother has said that thirst is not my fault!"

"That's you! Azcalon!"

"If you had been able to execute Bloodthirst earlier, there wouldn't have been so much trouble!"

"You dare talk back to me! Radoron, if you hadn't accidentally let Casca infiltrate the Land speedboat, how would he be here?"

"This is clearly your fault, Radoron!!!"

Kasgar did indeed solve the blood thirst problem within the Blood Angels.

But similarly, he also seems to have stirred up new conflicts within the Holy Blood Angels Legion.
Melchior Star.

While the pilgrims were building imperial statues and new buildings.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

Arriving at the temporary camp on the surface was Angel Te, the Word Bearer who had once been possessed by the "Emperor".

Although he was just a new recruit, after Eribas and Colfalen were both killed by Kasgar, the Whisperers were indeed lacking a capable deputy to assist Luo Jia in managing the legion.

In this predicament, Luo Jia turned his attention to the last remaining Kolchis-born Word Bearer in the legion, namely Angor Tai, who was possessed by the "Emperor" at the time.

However, through his interactions and observations of the Legion recruits, the Primarch sensed the potential within this Word Bearer recruit.

Even Casgar recommended Angortai to assist him in managing the legion.

Even though Angeltai had only just had the gene seed implanted, he had already shown the potential to bear the future of the Word Bearers.

It's hard to imagine what terrifying power he will unleash once he matures.

Luo Jia thought with relief.

“Angol Tai, from now on you will serve as my second-in-command and try to assist me in managing the legion.”

And so, after a long and arduous journey, the Legion of Word Bearers finally welcomed their true legion commander.

Congratulations, congratulations.

(End of this chapter)